The grimy, smoky, bug-infested man weaved back and forth, locked in a ritual behaviour that's existed for thousands of years between men: The fight for food.
He observed the other combatant, himself ragged and temperamental, the other carrying a certain carriage about him which seemed to ooze calmness. This, of course, unnerved the man, and adrenaline pumped through his veins faster, faster, faster until he finally flung an uppercut at the man.
The blow smashed solidly into the opposition's hand, a clear block, and he barely had time to think before a grossly dirtied fist flew straight into his jaw, resounding with a clear crack that se
My transport, a UH-64 Blackhawk, rolled over the treeline, maybe a mere 100 feet off the ground. It was quite a beautiful scene, had it not been for the destruction. What was once a view that could have been out of a movie was now pocketed with artillery holes and assorted wreckage. We passed low and clear of a road, and I looked down to see a small woman and her child walking amongst the ruined vehicles.
In again, out again, you know the drill. Since I know you were already briefed, you do what you do.
I looked up from the ground to meet eyes with Lieutenant Hopkins, a man of his 30's or 40's, I can't recall. As with all soldi
02 Happiness,Train,and Harbors by Punjon, literature
Literature
02 Happiness,Train,and Harbors
Oh, he's a slight boy of 19 or 20,
but there's things he ain't learned yet,
like how to save and how to love,
stuff that comes with experience
Yes he's a boy of 19 or 20,
who met a lass one day,
she was a gal of posterior regret,
and far too good for his age,
But this lad of 19 or 20,
he didn't give a shit,
for what's true love without a reason,
like a girl who was so sage,
'twas 3 good years of gaiety,
but afore it was to finish,
this lad and lass of 19 and regret,
would find themselves cast apart,
alas he was now what 23 25,
and she 'twas done casting doubt,
but he fell in front of a train one evening,
sent to a
Pounding sounds, lights. "Get out of here! They're getting through!"
More pounding. What the hell?
"Run man! RUN!"
Pounding, running sounds, it all blended together. Sharp pains, pains running up my spine. I flipped off of my back, to see one of them chewing my leg.
Then, blackness. Not a sleeping blackness, a horrid, silent blackness. I felt no pain, heard no sound, only felt absolute horror and fear at what was happening.
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Bolting upright, I reached for my crowbar on my dresser, and looked around for anything to be a threat. Just the same, old, tiring pasty brown walls, and the
Silence and Crisp Air
Echoes of stories long lost, windows shatter, and signs worn away seem to make this building look threatening. Snow coats the rooftop, nearly covering rust-stained train tracks, planks of wood cracked and warped from the pressures of time.
Perhaps at one time, years ago, it had been a bustling train station. Businessman getting ready to go to some far off destination, sweet couples holding hands and whispering nothings at the station, and small children playing tag, laughing and frolicking without a care.
Now, though, the building cracks and heaves, struggling under the pressure of all of those years where it was left
I saw a turtle the other day. Not an ordinary turtle, either – this one had sixteen legs and a growth on it's head that, most likely, brought it much embarrassment with the other turtles. I'm not joking, either. In addition to all of those legs, and that growth, this turtle had lasers attached to it's eyes, leading me to the conclusion that it had had many hours of enjoyment "Shooping the Woop" at passersby – don't ask, it's an inside joke.
This turtle, it was so odd, that I couldn't help but laughing. I laughed, laughed, and laughed some more, right up until the moment the police arrested me for "Disrupting the Peace". Apparently, the offic
I sat there, on a rough wooden bench. Everything was blurred, colorless, spinning incredibly fast – just like a dream. There came the locking of props into place, as the scene unfurled itself, a new world being constructed, a new chance.
I held flowers in my hand – red roses, the color of passion. They seemed the only life in this colorless station; even my hands were grayscale. I heard – saw? – a figure moving towards me, and I stood, meeting their eyes. She was a girl, with brunette hair flowing to her shoulder, blue eyes, and a long, pink scarf wrapped around her neck, drooping itself like a winding snake wrapping itself up for a c
I'll be your fire escape,
A place to relax and ponder space,
Don't you worry I won't break,
Just sit down and take your place;
When your life is up in flames,
Sit here, don't be ashamed,
There are multiple ways,
To get caught up with the days;
I'll be your fire escape,
A place to relax and ponder space,
Don't you worry I won't break,
Just sit down and take your place;
If you get scared about things,
Don't worry try to get to me,
I only hope that I can be,
All of these things that you may need;
I'll be your fire escape,
A place to relax and ponder space,
Don't you worry I won't break,
Just sit down and take your place;
F
The Dance
By: Gregory Kozakewich
05/27/03
There they were, on the dance floor
Gliding along with grace, yet something more…
Hand in hand, they twirled about
And in my mind, there was not a doubt
This pair was majestic and fair
Each step, like they were walking on air
This song, and their dance were both entwined
The steps of their own with the music, combined
We all sat in awe at this marvelous sight
Oh, how I wish I could dance like them this night.